Logan’s POV
Ultimate silence surrounded the air between us while my handprint was marked on her arm. She squirmed for freedom, but I only let her go after sending a death glare at her.
“That’s uncalled for,” she remarked before she massaged her arm and took a few steps back from me.
I scoffed and nodded toward the sign. “If you’re so smart, do it yourself.” With that, I went to the seats in the middle of the room and made myself comfortable.
She threw me a look as she stomped her way toward me, the bruise already healed. “This is a competition.”
Raising my brow, I nonchalantly replied, “I never said it wasn’t.”
After a moment’s time, she finally let it go and angrily went her way. She stopped a few feet away from the sign.
Arrogantly, she lectured me by pointing out the numbers. “Se
